DO YOU KNOW ME?

No! You don't... I am a crimal I am prodigal I am a child of wrath I am son of disobedience I am a slave. Slaved to sin and it's desires I am a child of this world walking in it's lust I am that one caught in the net of secret sins I am a child, whose father is devil, the father of lies I am a harlot caught in the very act brought before the judge by the same people who are so deep in the same things I was found guilty off; but my judgement was talking from me cause I was by no means worthy justifyingš. The petition written against me was strong with evidence and proves undeniablely which made it easier for me to be condemned, sentenced to death by hanging.š Oh... there! The judge: looking up with just my eyeballs rowed up in blush cause I couldn't raise my shameful face because of my deeds was horrible and stigmatising, I couldn't see his face rather a blur image due to the streams of tears rowing down to my cheek like a water fallš. Ohh... The voice of glamour...